His fingers brushed over her back in a familiar gesture, one that was now almost loving where it had once been possessive, and she looked at him quickly, meeting his eyes while they were still warm, before they cooled to the glare.
His words stung, but she understood. Part of her wanted to cry out and tell him no, that she wanted him, but she just couldn't. Draco knew things. That he shouldn't tell other people, and that he would, she knew.
"I have to marry him."
She saw thee smug look cross Draco's face and kept her own features composed, fighting the urge to contradict herself.